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For hundreds of cycles, the galaxy has been in turmoil, the fall of an empire once thought eternal dooming trillions to a thousand different dooms. Threats once thought banished forever to the infinite darkness between the stars rising up to savage defenseless worlds or subjugate their populations into slavery under inhuman masters. Petty warlords carving out swathes of territory before setting it ablaze in brutal wars of conquest. The peace and stability of the Empire long forgotten, burned to ashes in a million different conflicts on the surface of a million different worlds.
Not you however. Through luck, chance or perhaps the intervention of forgotten gods, your people have survived the long darkness of the collapse and have emerged. Your glorious histories may have been forgotten in the millenia since the fall but the ink is ready to record your future deeds. Whether through luck, guile or martial excellence, your people will prosper and with luck, seize the mantle cast aside in the fall.
>You are...
>The Grand Regent of the Imperial Remnants. Your ancestors fought their way free of the chaos of the fall, you cannot allow the horror they endured to be for nothing.
>The Warlord of the Confederated Territories. Your people were left to die, alone and forgotten. You refused to die then, you refuse now. Death before servitude.
>The Eternal Empress of the Jade Shogunate. Your birthright is imperial nobility, the honor of your ancestors demands you reclaim your just due.
>The Admiral of the Black Fleet. (ALL DATA REDACTED) YOU HUNGER... YOU THIRST...
>Custom (feel free to get creative, Ill make it work)
